allendalepharm Chapter 492: Beating the King’s Mace
Chapter 492: Beating the King’s Mace
Chapter 492: Beating the King’s Mace
On the first day of the eleventh year of Yuanyou, the atmosphere in Huangji Palace was not very good.
The old man was the most relaxed among the four people in the palace. With Dai Quan waiting on him, he leisurely drank some wine and petted his cat, and quietly watched the big and small eyes in front of him, one big and one small, refusing to give in to each other.
Jia Cong rarely gave in, and the emperor also had his own ideas.
When the emperor thought about it, he would just sacrifice a few ignorant fools, and at most he would be scolded for being murderous. Anyway, Liu Heng had been scolded a lot, and he had no shortage of these scolds...
But it just so happens that this brat in front of him insists on confronting him despite having been favored for so long.
It was the old man who took a deeper look and pulled the emperor out of his corner.
"I think what this guy said is right, Fourth Brother, our old Liu family will not produce wise men from generation to generation. As long as there is a confused bastard who can imitate what he has learned, what's the point?"
From the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to this day, which family in the world can produce wise kings from generation to generation? That's not realistic.
The old man could see clearly that Jia Cong was worried that today would be the beginning of the emperor's rebellion against the law. If the kings of future generations learn from this, let alone rule the country according to the law, I am afraid that the "Laws of Daxia" will become a piece of waste paper.
When Jia Cong saw that the old man was helping him, he quickly struck while the iron was hot and said: "Your Majesty, you are wise and mighty. Your Highness the Crown Prince already has a statue of a holy king, but what happens next? We don't want to have a king like you from generation to generation. Mediocre talents are fine. But this is impossible. I think that under His Majesty’s wise leadership, we can establish a relatively complete legal basis that can standardize the system of future generations of monarchs..."
The old man looked at Jia Cong with a deep look, but he didn't say anything, he just looked at Jia Cong who was holding his neck and talking with deep meaning.
This guy... is really interesting!
In front of two generations of emperors of Great Xia, he intentionally or unintentionally said words that restricted the royal power.
I really don’t know how Daishan could have such a weird grandson?
Call it smart, you dare to say this.
Call it stupid, there are few in the whole world who are smarter than this guy...
"Ah~"
The emperor looked at Jia Cong, who was almost getting angry with his words, and waved his hand to stop his nagging.
"Okay, I am afraid of you. I will punish you according to the law..."
Jia Cong's hanging heart was finally relieved, and he was about to flatter and shout long live the saint, when he heard the emperor continue: "I can take this step back, but for these people, the current "Daxia Law" is too big. There are many loopholes that can be exploited. Therefore, my request is that you keep an eye on me, deal with it severely, punish it severely, and make sure that the officials in the DPRK and the Central Government know what awe is!"
……
The first day of the new year is really tiring for Jia Cong.
He left the palace in a daze. Jia Cong didn't know whether the supreme father and son said anything in the end. But when he woke up before dinner, Jia Shiyi was guarding the room holding a slender brocade box. inside.
"Uncle Eleven, why didn't you go have a drink with Uncle Five and the others? Hey, what is this?"
Jia Cong rubbed his eyes, his head confused. Today is the first day of the new year. If he hadn't been going to the palace, the soldiers in the palace would be enjoying rare leisure time everywhere except those on duty.
Ordinarily, Jia Shiyi wouldn’t stay here at this time~
Jia Shiyi respectfully placed the brocade box on the table and opened it, revealing a golden light.
"This...this...this..."
Jia Cong was shocked. It turned out to be the king-beater who had helped Mr. Wei to kill everyone and dominate the world!
The jade hilt and golden mace body, with dragon and phoenix patterns, shine with an intoxicating and awe-inspiring light under the candlelight.
"Dai Quan personally sent it, saying that it was agreed between the saint and your majesty. From today on, this trump card will be in the hands of the third master. I will knock you unconscious, and kill your sycophant..."
"This……"
After listening to what Jia Shiyi said, Master Yumao was completely confused.
It seems that he was confronting the emperor this morning, and he was still confronting him without giving in.
He has said so many things about restricting military power overtly and secretly, don’t you believe that the Second Saint can’t hear it?
This means that Jia Cong has a good grandfather. If his surname was not Jia, his head would have been hung on the city gate tower for public display.
"It doesn't make sense~"
Jia Cong didn't even bother to put on his shoes. He ran to the table and picked up the golden mace. It took him a long time to hold back four words.
There was another letter in the brocade box. Jia Cong put down his golden mace and opened the envelope.
The letter is the emperor's royal pen, with only one line: "When to let this trump card appear in front of the world, you decide for yourself. I hope you will not betray my trust! Be cautious and cautious!"
……
Jia Cong had never felt such a heavy weight on his shoulders. Even when the family sat around the Rongxi Hall to have dinner, they were silent and mechanically planing rice.
Both the old lady and the Pardon Master, including Daiyu, also noticed something strange about Jia Cong.
After dinner, the children went to play in the courtyard.
"Why is Brother Cong so out of his mind today? Is he sick?"
what?
Jia Cong smelled a faint fragrance and came back from his thoughts. He looked up and saw Daiyu looking at him with concern and using her hand to detect the body temperature on his forehead.
"I'm fine, Sister Lin, it's just..."
"I'm afraid I'm too tired from busy matters in the palace. I heard from people in the courtyard that you fell asleep the whole time when you came back from the palace at noon."
The old lady asked Yuanyang to fetch a small wooden box and gave it to Mrs. Xing.
"This is a good ginseng sent by the people below years ago. Keep an eye on it and get some medicinal food for Brother Cong to replenish it. I feel like he has lost some weight these days."
Mrs.
She is Jia Cong's aunt's mother, and she has the son of a prince. How many people in the capital are of higher quality, grander status, and more respected status than her?
Mrs. Xing is not stupid. This is a good opportunity for the old lady to create "a loving mother and a filial son".
The atmosphere in the room was very harmonious, and the happy scene made everyone feel comfortable and comfortable.
However, the old lady was mature and knew that Jia Cong could not be tired or sick.
Dai Quan came to Rongguo Mansion quietly today. Others may not know it, but she, the old feudal lord of the Jia family, knows all about it.
When everyone was almost gone and only Jia She, Jia Zheng, Lin Ruhai, Jia Lian and Jia Cong were left in the room, the old lady asked Yuanyang to guard outside and asked the reason why Dai Quan came to the house.
"Did Mr. Dai come to our house today?"
"You almost forgot about your son if you didn't mention it!"
Master Zheng really doesn’t know, but Master Shengda doesn’t care much.
Jia Cong nodded and shouted outside. Jia Shiyi walked in holding a brocade box wrapped in red cloth.
"Dai Gong sent me this today..."
Jia Cong took off the red silk cloth and opened the brocade box.
The golden mace that was feared and envied by the entire Great Xia court appeared in front of everyone's eyes, making everyone open their mouths. "Hit the king's golden mace!"
"How can it be the golden trump card for beating the king?"
Master Pardon stood up immediately, trembling as he wanted to touch the shining golden mace with his hand.
Mr. Zheng was so surprised that he couldn't speak. He just kept breathing heavily.
Mr. Lin must have made a guess a long time ago. Although he was surprised, he was still calm. After a moment of surprise, he looked at his son-in-law with more satisfaction.
On the contrary, it was the old lady, the old feudal lord who had followed Jia Daishan for decades, whose reaction this time was the calmest among the people in the room.
"Brother Cong, this is a good thing, but it will also make your future more tortuous!"
The old lady's words brought the shocked masters She and Zheng back to their senses, and Master Lin nodded in agreement.
"Mother-in-law is right. Why did the saint ask Eunuch Dai to send you this golden mace in private? He just didn't want to bring unnecessary attention and pressure to you. After all, Yongfeng Hou, who holds the golden mace and founded the government. , which will make the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty wary of targeting him."
Mr. Lin knows very well the moral character of officials in the DPRK. Maybe they are honest officials, but no one wants to have a sword hanging above their head for no reason.
The last mace holder, Wei Wenzhenggong, finally passed away. How many years has it passed?
The old lady slapped the table with a bang, attracting everyone's attention.
With a rare solemn look on her face, she warned: "Until Brother Cong has the right to use his golden mace, no one is allowed to spread this matter! Did you hear that? This is not something to show off, do you understand?"
Grandpa Tian, the Jia family is going to be completely developed!
In addition to the old man who deserves to enjoy the Ancestral Temple, there is probably another person in the Jia family who will become a Duke in life and end up in the Ancestral Temple.
This is a good opportunity for the Jia family to continue to be wealthy for several generations. Anyone who dares to hold back on this matter will be skinned by the old lady!
The old lady's eyes were fixed on the second son Jia Zheng, who was still in a dazed state. Compared with the shrewd elder son, the younger son with a strong personality was the one who was most likely to make mistakes.
"Second brother, this matter is different from others. Before Brother Cong didn't have the prestige of Wei Qinghe, beating the king's mace was not an honor, but a piece of fat that everyone would want to take a bite of. Do you understand?"
For the first time, Mr. Zheng saw the glare directed at him from the old lady's eyes. He couldn't help but shudder and nodded sharply.
"Don't worry, mother, your son knows the importance! But why would the saint give the golden mace to Brother Cong at this time?"
Even the old lady couldn't figure this out.
Lin Ruhai had a guess, but he wasn't sure. After exchanging a few words with Master Pardon, he finally turned his attention to Jia Cong, who was holding a golden mace and frowning in thought.
Seeing everyone's eyes focused on him, Jia Cong shook his head bitterly: "I really don't know. As soon as I woke up in the evening, I saw Uncle Eleven holding Jin Mace in my room, which scared me. A jump.”
He took out the one-sentence personal letter from the emperor and showed it to everyone. Everyone was confused.
Sure enough, the Sacred Heart is unpredictable!
Finally, the old lady said: "The saint and your majesty did this, there must be deep meaning. In my opinion, it is better to ask Brother Cong to go to the palace and ask..."
……
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, I paid my respects to my uncle.
But Jia Cong rode a carriage and yawned to the palace gate. He didn't fall asleep at all last night, and he thought wildly all night while holding the golden mace for beating the king.
I originally thought I could walk into the palace gate with a clean face as usual.
But the Han general who didn't want to guard the door said apologetically: "Master Marquis, Your Majesty has decreed that the Palace will not allow the Marquis to enter before the Lantern Festival."
ha?
Who am I? Jia Cong, Marquis of Yongfeng! Royal cat Jia Cong! Wearing the imperial golden order on the waist, holding the imperial wild goose feather sword...
He was actually stopped at the gate of the palace!
Jia Cong asked depressedly: "Why did your Majesty make this decree?"
"Master Marquis, please don't embarrass me. The general doesn't know anything. He only knows that this oral instruction was conveyed by Eunuch Xia himself. By the way..."
The black-faced man waved to the door, and soon someone was dragged out by a golden shadow.
bang~
Unprepared, Jia Cong felt as if a huge stone was pressing on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.
"Damn it, don't you know how much you weigh now?"
With the help of his own soldiers, he struggled to get out from under the big cat. The originally exquisite and beautiful little marquis, his official robes were wrinkled and his purple gold crown was tilted to the side.
"Master Marquis, the saint went to the Imperial Mausoleum of Xishan Mountain early in the morning and left General Huwei behind. He said he was waiting for you to come and take the general back."
Yes, these two men are all scheming.
Jia Cong could only arch his hands toward the palace, grab the skin on the big cat's neck, and walk slowly home.
……
There are many people in the market, and the smell of firecrackers is very strong. From time to time, little children playing are attracted by the big cat with the golden gradient tattoo on its arm, and follow Jia Cong, whispering.
Jia Cong failed to enter the palace to ask for the answer. He was intrigued by the Second Saint as the Riddler, and he was originally very upset.
After seeing the little dolls wearing new clothes and eating candied haws, their childlike innocence returned, and they suddenly ran over and snatched the candied haws from one of the fat dolls.
Bang~
Jia Cong smiled when he bit a sweet and sour candied haws in his mouth. The fat baby's mouth deflated and he cried loudly.
"Hey, I'll let you touch the tiger if I eat a candied haws on you, okay?"
Karma~
"Then I'll give you all the candied haws, can you give me the big cat?"
This little fat guy is really good at business!
The big cat definitely can't give it to him, but it's okay to let him touch it a few more times.
Those who returned home were thrown aside beforehand, and Jia Cong directly took the group of little babies to play with the big cat.
The parents of those dolls were originally worried that their children would disturb the nobles, but they were relieved after seeing that the person competing with their children to eat candied haws was the royal cat Jia Cong.
"I'm just telling you, why did a tiger suddenly appear in Beijing? It turned out to be Mr. Yumao. Then it's okay..."
"It's nothing. Just wait and see. When the mistress has all the fun, our baby will get a reward."
Playing with the children, most of Jia Cong's pent-up boredom miraculously dissipated, and he suddenly had a clear understanding of the imperial pen that was sent home with the golden mace.
The previous mace holder, Mr. Wei, worked hard for the people of the world until the end of his life.
The Second Sage gave him the golden mace to beat the king early, probably to warn him, a man of wisdom, not to forget Wei Wenzhenggong who promoted him to protect him in the first place, and never forget what he said: Worry first before the world's worries. , enjoy the happiness of the world after all!
Another point, since you, Jia Cong, want to limit the power of the king, then I will give you the power to limit the power of the king and see what you will do!
At least he, Liu Heng, is still alive now. Even if something goes wrong, he can still save it in time...
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I’ll stop here tonight and continue tomorrow. Good night!
(End of this chapter)